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O bonie was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; And bonie she, and ah, how dear! It shaded frae the e'enin sun. Yon rosebuds in the morning dew How pure, amang the leaves sae green; But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen . All in its rude and prickly bower That crimson rose how sweet and fair; But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path o' care. The pathless, wild and wimpling burn, Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine; And I the warld nor wish nor scorn, Its joys and griefs alike resign.
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